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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.