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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.