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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.