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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.