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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.