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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.