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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.