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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Index,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.