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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.