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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.