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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.