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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.