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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.