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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.