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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.