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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.