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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.