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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.