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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter 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?
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.