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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.