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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 oboe 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 Doors to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.