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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.