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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.