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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.