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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.