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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.