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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.