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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.