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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.