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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.