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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.