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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.