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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.