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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.