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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.