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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.