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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.