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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.