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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.