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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Mars,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.