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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Nas,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.