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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.