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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.