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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.