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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Index,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.