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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.