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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.