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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.