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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.