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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.