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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.