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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.