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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.