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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.