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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.