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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.