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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.