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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Scion,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.