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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.