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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.