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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.