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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Visage,
Lyres,
Gong,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.