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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.