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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Japan,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.