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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Index,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.