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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.