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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.