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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.