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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.