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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.