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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.