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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.