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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.