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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.