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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.