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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.