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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Television,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.