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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 June Days to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.