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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.