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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.