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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 ABC 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.