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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Television,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.