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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.