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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.