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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.