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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.