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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.