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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.