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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Ten City,
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.