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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.