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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.