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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.