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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.