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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.