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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.