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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.