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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.