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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
AZ,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.