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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.