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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.