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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.