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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.