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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.