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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.