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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.