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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.