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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.