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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Scion,
Q65,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.