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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.