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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.