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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.