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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.