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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.