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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.