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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Wire,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.