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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
the Germs,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.