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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.