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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.