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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Wings,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.