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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.