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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.