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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.