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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.