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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.