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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.