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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Nico,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.