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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.