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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.