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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Smog,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.