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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.