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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.