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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.