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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.