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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.