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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.