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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.