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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.