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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.