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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.