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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Oneida,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.