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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.