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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.