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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
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.