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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Portland and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.