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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.