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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Section 25,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
PIL,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.