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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Doors,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.