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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.