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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.