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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.