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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
JFA,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.