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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.