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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.