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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Wire,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.