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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.