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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-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.