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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.