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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.