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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.