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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Franke,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.