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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.