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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.