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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.