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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
X-101,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.