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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.