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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.