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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.