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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
UT,
The Star Department,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.