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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.