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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Wings,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
AZ,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.