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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.