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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.