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 Gambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.