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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.