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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Suicide,
Can,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.