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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.