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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.