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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.