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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.