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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.