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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Inner City,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.