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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.