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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.