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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Technova,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.