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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
the Association,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.