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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.