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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.