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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Mars,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.