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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.