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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Gong,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.