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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.