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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.