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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.