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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Standells to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.