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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.