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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.