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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.