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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.