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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.