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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.