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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.