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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.