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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.