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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.