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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.