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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.