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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Brick,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.