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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.