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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.