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 India and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.