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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.