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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.