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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.