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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Mars,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.