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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Mars,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.