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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.