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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.