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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.