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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.