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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.