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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiohead 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.