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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
New Order,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.