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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.