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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.