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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.