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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sister Nancy 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.