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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.