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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.