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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.