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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.