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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.