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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.