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 India and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.