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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
the Association,
UT,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.