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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.