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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.