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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.