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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.