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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.