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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Index,
Wings,
CMW,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.