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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.