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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.