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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.