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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.