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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.