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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Move,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.