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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Nico,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.