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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Hashim,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.