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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Cluster,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.