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 Guyana and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.