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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Pagans to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Technova,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Mars,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.