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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.