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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.