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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.