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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.