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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.