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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.