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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.