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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.