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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Skatalites 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.