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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Monks,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.