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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.