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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.