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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.