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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.