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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
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.