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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.