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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.