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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.