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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.