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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.