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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.