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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.