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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.