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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.