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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.