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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.