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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.