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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.