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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.