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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.