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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.