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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.