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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Slave to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Lungfish,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.