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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.