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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
the Association,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.