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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.