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 Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.