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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Monks,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.