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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.