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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.