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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.