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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
The Remains,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.