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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.