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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.