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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Swans,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.