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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.