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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.