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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.