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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.