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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.