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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Newcleus 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.