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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
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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.