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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.