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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.