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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Monks,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Drexciya,
Wire,
UT,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.