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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.