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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.