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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.