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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
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.