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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.