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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Aswad,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.