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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.