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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.