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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.