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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.