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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.