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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.