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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.