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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.