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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.