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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.