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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.