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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
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.