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 India and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.