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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.