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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.