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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siglo XX 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.