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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
X-101,
Skarface,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.