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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.