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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.