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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.