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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 Paris and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.