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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.