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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.