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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.