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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.