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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.