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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.