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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Can,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.