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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.