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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.