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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
MC5,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.