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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.