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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.