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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
John Holt,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.