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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s 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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.