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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.