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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.