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 Mali 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.