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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.