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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.