Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.