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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 June Days to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.