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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.