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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.