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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.