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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.