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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.