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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.