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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Faust,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.