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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.