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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.