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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.