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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.