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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.