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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.