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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.