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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.