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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Swans,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.