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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.