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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.