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 Niger and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.