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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.