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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.