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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.