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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.