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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.