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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.