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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.