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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Thompson Twins 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.