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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.