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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.