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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.