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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.