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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.