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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.