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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Index,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.