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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Quantec,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.