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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.