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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.