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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.