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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
ABC,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.