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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.