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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Lalann,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.