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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.