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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
UT,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.