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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.