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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.