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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.