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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.