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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Crime,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.