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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.