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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
The Names,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.