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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.