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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.