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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.