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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Gong,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.