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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.