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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.