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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes 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 funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.