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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
UT,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.