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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.