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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.