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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.