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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.