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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.