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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
JFA,
Niagra,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.