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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.