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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.