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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Organ,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.