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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.