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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.