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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.