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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Slave,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.