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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.