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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.