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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.