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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.