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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.