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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
UT,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.