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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.