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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.