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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.