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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.