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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.