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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Nas,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Franke,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.