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 Andorra 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.