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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Can,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.