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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.