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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.