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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Moebius,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Q65,
Smog,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
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.