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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.