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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.