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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.