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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 organ 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.