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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.