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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Crime,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.