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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.