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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.