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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.