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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.