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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.