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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.