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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.