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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.