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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.