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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Section 25,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.