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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.