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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fatback Band 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.