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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.