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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
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.