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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 K-Klass 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.