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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.