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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Urselle,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.