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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.