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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
ABBA,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.