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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.