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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.