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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.