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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.