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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.