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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.