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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Monks,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.