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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.