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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
X-101,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.