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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.