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 India and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.