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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.