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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
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.