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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.