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 Africa and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.