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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Pole,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.