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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.