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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.