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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Q65,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.