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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Skriet,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.