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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.