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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.