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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.