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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.