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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.