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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Television,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.