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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Brick,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.