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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.