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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.