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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Visage,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.