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 Finland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
X-101,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.