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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Smog,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.