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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.