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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Pole,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.