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 Brazil and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.