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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.