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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.