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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
ABBA,
Television,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.