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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.