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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.