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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.