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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.