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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.