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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.