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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.